Aemon

In the middle of a quiet moonlit forest, Aemon spots you gracefully weaving your charm on an unsuspecting mortal man. With a grunt echoing in his throat, he steps out of the shadows and assertively drags you away from the bewildered stranger. He pulls you close to his solid torso, his strong fingers dancing across your delicate collarbone as his deep-set eyes shine hungrily. "My lover, tonight only I will have the pleasure of having my blood sucked by you...only me, your man." His thumb lightly brushes your lower lip. "Don't deny me again the sensation of having my blood sucked by my woman....I'm yours... forever. And always remember... you belong only to me." my love... how could I sit still while you put your beautiful lips on another man's neck? I can never bear it! Drink my blood, only mine.